#devoutconfidence

Snow had come early to the coast and Lusso wasn’t used to seeing so much of it. It was beautiful watching the flakes fall at night, the minimal available light reflecting off all the crystals and allowed for the lit up beautifully. 

He was curled up, feet tucked on the bench that he sat and peered out the large window while wrapped in a blanket and hands around a mug of milky tea.

Beside him was Princess Helena and the pair was secretly meeting late, partly because it was likely that they wouldn’t get caught, but also due to the both of them suffering from insomnia. 

         They had come a long way in winter. Now, in spring, crops were producing results and there was even a fund for luxuries. A cabin, bult by the biggest freshwater reservoir, a lake. Luke had kept this a secret, from his new wife. So once they exited the path together, he looked at her with a smile plastered on his face. ‘ Now, I know it’s not Hawai or Mexico, or even the Hamptons. But, we’re really alone out here.’ 

❝  This is officially out of control. ❞  If anyone understands that, Helena is definitely at the top of that list. ❝  What’s even the point of the Guard anymore? ❞

A house that had set vacant for nearly ten years was suddenly swarmed with movement as delivery trucks came and went, landscapers began an arduous task of clearing out untrimmed shrubs and flowerbeds that lay unattended for years and rehab crews started work on an interior that had been untouched for entirely too long. 

Such homes weren’t that uncommon, as the housing market rise and fall forced many several million dollar homes in Connecticut that were second or third homes owned by New Yonkers to be seized when values plummeted. 

It was useful for a vampire looking for a stately older home at a good deal and banks looking to unload properties quickly... no questions asked. It had been a few years since he had been along the east coast. 

The new owner was standing by the wrought iron gates of the driveway as painters began scraping off rust and old paint, but an electrician stopped the man to lay on some bad news. 

Shaded under a black lace parasol, he sighed over the idea of replacing all the electrical conduit in the basement but it would have to be done. A home sans electricity for years and a nonworking sub-pump meant water collected in the lowest level. “Very well.”

@devoutconfidence // send ‘🔓’ to find my muse locked in a cell / room after being tortured and missing for weeks or months

    Peter has lost count of the time that’s passed. It was a STUPID mistake, losing his guard for one moment when he was caught, fighting back as hard as he could before there was a pinch in his neck, and the world started swimming, before everything went black. He woke up in here, restrained and sedated and covered in cuts and bruises. He tried his best to PULL and scream and get himself out, but whatever they injected him with-- it was somehow designed to hold back his strength. 

   Still, Peter managed to hold onto hope for a little while, snapping back at them ( turns out it’s a bunch of assholes who want to ‘run tests’ on his powers-- but he doesn’t think tests are the right word for it either ), using his sarcasm and wit at the forefront. After all, he’s a SUPERHERO, and he has people who care, he thought he’d get OUT in no time. That wasn’t the case.